kissing death and loosing my breath

Serafina could not begin to understand what he was going through - reliving those moments of his life, bits that were intimate that belonged only to him and here she was being thrust into his world. She didn't belong here, not in his place, not observing his baggage. These should have perhaps been memories shared, years down the road when they had already known each other well, when they had already triumphed over some sort of relationship challenge - not now, not yet. The young woman's long eyelashes fluttered closed over her blue-grey gaze, remaining silent despite the fashion at which Davante spoke to her. She didn't know what to say to him, what words to offer him and instead gave him the smallest shrug of her feminine shoulders, her gaze momentarily drifting away before landing upon the blonde female that had so created such strife. She hardly understood their connection between each other. At one moment they yearned to see each other, their grief for their loss, their love entirely overwhelming everything else before, the very next moment, they wished only to move on in their life. It made her head spin, leaving the girl entirely unsure of where she stood when the ground beneath her seemed to be constantly cracking and shaking.

Her grey tinged gaze stared at the pale dilapidated face before her, coaxing a scream to peel from her sweet heart lips. The only thing she was aware of in that moment was the way those spectral fingers pressed around Davante's throat, the way he struggled and the fashion at which her own newfound ability seemed to explode, bringing their transparent figures into the real world for Davante to see. She watched as books from her shelf came flying down onto the ghost, somehow interrupting his efforts to kill Davante and sending him stumbling backwards. Serafina didn't pay attention to the ghost and his interaction with Davante, she ignored the sneer on his lips - her gaze entirely directed to the blond man standing in the corner with his narrowed green eyes boring holes into her heart - that was until Davante's memories over-washed her, forcing her back to the matter at hand. She had watched with careful, muted, indifference as she watched him bring about the death of one individual after another. She watched him stab his blade into the heart of a young woman, gunning down another man and have a needle stabbed into his arm before he gave into some drug induced haze.

She remained silent as those memories faded away, leaving her staring at a crowd of ghostly faces staring at her, her mentors's presence entirely lost in those that surrounded her. Her arms remained securely positioned around herself, the girl carefully stepping forward into the circle that they had created if only to stop them from actually touching her. She noted the look upon Davante's face as he spoke to them with clear disdain - that was, until a young female voice spoke out from the malicious crowd. Her grey tinged gaze stared at the female, noting the resemblance between her and the man he she'd intended to spend her evening with. Her fair feminine features remained startlingly apathetic, despite the girl's attempt to reveal far more about Davante then he had ever revealed to her himself. All things considered, Serafina found herself entirely unable to feel touched as perhaps she might should have. After all, most of this was entirely her fault. It was her that brought those ghosts to life, just as it was her that could see them and it was her that had caused them to linger, because all of sudden they were capable of exacting their revenge.

Serafina stepped back ever so slightly as the group of young, beheaded boys stepped into the circle, surrounding Davante with their taunting voices and haunting lyrics. Her lips parted in horror of the words the spoke, her hands beginning to raise to her ears as if in an attempt to block out their words, the sheer pain and evil that surrounded her within this room before the young girl was touched. His fingers buried into her long ebony locks, pulling her head backwards till her grey tinged eyes was left to stare in his green ones which peered down at her. His baritone voice was a whisper in her ears, firm and as cold as she remembered it in life. "You don't need their help." He grumbled, before continuing without a hitch. "You have control over them. You caused him to see them, you can make them leave." He hissed at her. She shook her head, her distress causing her to loose whatever grip she might have held upon her newfound ability. "I...I cant." She whispered with a soft whimper on her voice, her gaze staring at Davante with a large, nearly terrified gaze. "Then you will watch him die." It was the only thing her mentor had left to say before his fingers disappeared, leaving the girl entirely alone as she stared at the scene before her, digging somewhere deep, throwing all her will into her want for their disappearance, even if she wasn't sure it was going to work at all.